Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Mars,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.